Just to wet your apetite...

Hey everyone, welcome back, if you've already been here before (damn you must really enjoy suffering), or just welcome, if it's your first time... Pass the pun!
As many of you might already know I writing a book. Nothing too complicated but all in all quite a good plot. I've only written the first three chapters, which means I'll probably finish it when I 80!!!

So I decided to release a sort of trailer on my blog, an unprecidented view of the first paragraphs of chapter one. Hope you enjoy and please comment...

Chapter 1
London 1999

William Blake was not a man to be taken lightly. Everything that surrounded him was there for this exact purpose, for no one was more of an expert in intimidation. From the antique Persian carpets, to the mahogany glass-fronted cabinets full of relics, collected from numerous tribes around the world, everything was there to create a sense of power, mysticism and omnipotence that few would consider charming, but then no one had ever has the courage to say this to Mr. Blake.
As for Mr. Blake, let's just say, that our surroundings tend to be a reflection of ourselves. He was just like his study: a dark man, power hungry, intelligent, complex and above all else: proud. Yes, pride was something he held very dear to his heart, perhaps because, just as all who are unfairly condemned, he still maintained an old prejudice against the British crown for having robbed his ancestors of their royal title. And old wounds heal with much difficulty, most so when those who are wounded refuse to be healed.
On this particular night,William sat at his 16th century, carved, oak desk smoking a Cuban cigar (an extremely expensive habit he had acquired during his time as a financial consultant for the Cuban kingpin in Havana) and admiring his most recent triumph: a map.

(c) Cesar Teixeira,2005

Hope you liked it. Stayed tuned for more of "Faith in War"

Signing out...